Chapter 30:What are you wearing under it

“Have you drawn the curtains yet?”

“No, let me just…”

“Stop! Stand up and turn to face the window. What can you see?”

She looked out into the Atlanta night. “About two hundred years away, across the hotel parking lot and the road, is another hotel. I can see various room lights on, some have closed drapes. One of the parking lot lights is right below me; it shines in through the window if I don’t draw the curtains.”

“Good. Take off your jacket,” he commanded.

She unbuttoned her jacket and slipped it off one shoulder, swapping the phone to her other hand before allowing the jacket to drop to the floor behind her. “It’s off,” she told him.

“Now unbutton your blouse. Don’t take it off yet, just let it hang open.” He waited while her fingers undid the little pearl buttons. Her breathing was getting harder and Michael’s mind filled with the view standing beside her looking out into the night. Her right hand working out of sight behind her body, only the movement of her arm betrayed what was happening.

“That’s done,” she whispered.

“What are you wearing under it?”

“A white lace, half-cup bra,” she breathed. “It opens at the front.”

“Undo the hooks. Now put a hand up to one of those gorgeous nipples of yours.” In his mind’s eye, Michael walked up behind her. “Squeeze it, Julia.” He heard a moan from the other end of the phone. “Squeeze it hard for me.”

“Um, yes.”

“Look across the street, Julia. Imagine all the eyes that could be watching you from the hotel. They’re watching you squeeze on your tit. And now they’re going to watch you take off your blouse and your bra. Do it for me, Julia. Do it for all those people watching you.”

Drawing in a ragged breath, Julia slipped her blouse off one shoulder, then the other. The bra came with it, and the two items of clothing dropped to the ground behind her making barely a sound. Michael imagined himself standing beside her, reaching around to cup her breasts in his hands. He reached out to gently grip her nipples, pulling on them a little, and Julia groaned. “All those eyes, Julia,” he whispered. “All those eyes watching me squeeze your breasts. Watching this wanton woman standing in a window while her breasts are fondled by a younger man. Take off your skirt.”

“Um, don’t stop doing that,” she moaned, but her hands were busy at her side unhooking and unzipping her skirt. The pin-striped wool fell into a pool around her feet and she stepped out of it, kicking it aside.

“What are you wearing under it?”

“The stockings are a match for the ones I was wearing yesterday; stay-ups with a three-inch pattern. I’m wearing a white lace g-string with them, nothing else.”

“Take off your panties.” She hooked her thumbs into the strings at either side of her hips and pushed down the scrap of lacy fabric. She slipped it off one past one pointed heel, then the other and tossed it aside. Immediately she felt Michael’s hands on her ass, squeezing the cheeks, kneading her flesh. “Spread your legs for me. I find the thought of you standing their in stockings and high heels very exciting. I’m sure all those other people in the other hotel are excited as well. Don’t you?”

“Oh yes,” she whispered. She could feel his hands slipping down between her legs, parting her pussy lips. “The men are stroking themselves and wishing they were you, and the women are wishing they had your big cock inside them.”

“Like this?” She felt him slide into her. It seemed to take hours for him to fill her entirely.

“Oh, god, yessss. I can see them watching me.” She felt his hands return to her breasts, fingers sliding over her smooth skin and sending flickers of pleasure throughout her body. “They can see me with a hot stud between my legs, and they want to be me. All those hot stares, Michael. Oooh!”

“That’s right, all those men wishing they were here, wishing they were fucking you up against the window.” He drew his mental cock out of her almost completely, and then began to pump into her, felling her inner muscles clench around him as he had done the night before. “Put your hand down between your legs, Julia. Play with your clit while I fuck you.” Her hand found the button he wanted her to press and began to stroke it feverishly. She was close to a climax. She felt the cold glass press against her breasts and knew she was leaning against the window, but she could still feel Michael’s ghost-hands stroking the flesh of her breasts. The stroking became a firm grip as he started driving his shaft more rapidly into her cunt; he was close to orgasm, too.

Her fingers began to work frantically against her clit as she felt the first flashes of electric climax burst through her cunt. Her back arched, pressing her stomach against the glass, and her head rolled back on her shoulders. The telephone fell to the floor as she lost her grip on it, but now it did not matter. Her inner muscles were clenching uncontrollably and she felt Michael make one, last, stabbing thrust deep inside her before he came. She could feel his hot jism pumping into her. Rope after rope of burning fluid shocked her paralysed body. She felt like she wanted to stay this way forever.

But then it was over. Michael’s ghostly body faded from her senses and she sagged onto the carpet, scrabbling for the phone. “Michael? Are you still there?”

“Body’s here, not sure about mind,” he mumbled.

She smiled, she knew what he meant. “I’m going to go take a shower, I’ll call you tomorrow.”